Reply #55: I was working at White Sands Missile Range, in New Mexico. [View All]

A co-worker came in from lunch and stuck her head in the door of my office and said, "The President has been shot."

She was a very serious woman, and I had the crazy thought that she'd just come back from a "how to tell a joke" class. It just didn't register that it was real. I think I recall laughing at her.

And then she said that a prayer service was being held at the base chapel, and I knew she was being truthful.

On the day of the funeral, I sat in front of my '60s black and white television set, alone, and cried my eyes out as John John saluted his father for the last time, on his third birthday. I can never forget Jackie and Robert Kennedy walking together behind the cortege as the President's body was rolled down the street behind the riderless horse.

I worked for the Office of Naval Intelligence soon after that for a couple of years, and read the Warren Report and other material coming through the office that was classified. I heard a lot of opinions expressed by people "on the inside." Today, I wonder if anybody is "on the inside" and if we will ever know who killed John Fitzgerald Kennedy. For me, the official story did not ring true, just as the official story about 9/11 leaves me unsatisfied.

The John F. Kennedy assassination is a tragedy that has me by the throat, still. RFK's assassination too soon afterward was almost the coup de grace for the country, it seemed for a long while. Now, I think many of us are turning backward in our memories for spiritual sustenance as we remember these men and the promise that died with them.

We must keep faith with them and their vision for our country!